Muriel felt that he was going further and further down the road of self-indulgence.
First, there was Mo Ming's wonderful time travel, and then there was the script copy that appeared for no reason in his bag. He felt that he had been abstracted into a straight line.
As a "person" who has been played with, when looking at the script in his hand, Muriel suddenly came up with a devilish idea that was not devilish - he wanted to be a fun man here, and he wanted to do it without hurting others. Although it was a bit outrageous, he had already decided, what else could he regret?
First of all... Well, he didn't know how to do it. To complete this thing without hurting others, for Muriel - things that are impossible no matter how you think about them are possible! Besides, he had already promised Kagome to do his best to be a good person, and he didn't want to miss the promise again.
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He saw the woman named Kafka. She was sitting opposite him, playing with an unknown round weapon in her hand. She was smiling. When Muriel saw this smile, he felt alienated and mysterious.
The "person" who looked like a young man was right across from him, and his strange-colored eyes made his face look a little split, half peaceful and half ferocious. She couldn't see through the boy's inner thoughts at this moment. This was not in Elio's script. Elio did not "foresee" the appearance of such a person. The young man stood there quietly, with a string of silver knives hidden in his sleeves, like a lonely wolf or an independent eagle staring at its prey.
"Listen to me." She has used this sentence many times, and without exception, it always ends with success. Kafka did not expect Yan Ling's failure. The young man was just slightly stunned, and then threw the knife on his sleeve. He did not kill, he could not kill, and he was not afraid of death, because he had already been judged.
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"Kagome, you said you wanted to escape from a planned fate. Even if it is not our fate this time, you have to change it and see it with your eyes." Muriel closed his eyes and touched the ice blue eye. On the other side, the page is held tightly in his hand, as if this can give him a little more hope.
Due to my ability to start school, the update speed has dropped to the slowest. I try to write as much as possible. It is purely a relaxing article. My writing style is not good, so forgive me.
Concept: This script is the same as it is without it